Monday, October 20, 2008

Edinburgh,Scotland around 10pm...



Scene- A fashionable New Town house in Edinburgh,sometime after dinner...

Von Bergmann and the Duc de Padirac are dining with members of the Edinburgh Society - a similar gathering of gentlemen of a Natural Philisopical mind similar to The Ducal Society in the Duchy of Tradgardland.

Wine flows and the talk is a heady mix of Politics, the forthcoming engagement against the Prince's enemies and technical matters pertaining to the manufacture and storage of gunpowder. The convivial atmosphere of this supper party within an elegant house is shattered when the window explodes into a thousand shards of fine glass. The gentlemen dust themselves down and discover no one is injured. Von Bergman walks towards the window and picks up a large stone. Around it is tied a sheet of parchment. He carefully unties the knotted twine and places it into his pocket for reuse. Carefully Von Bergman smooths the parchment and reads....

Dear reader it is up to you now . I look for your suggestions for what is written upon the parchment. I will read them and continue the story accordingly. I now await your ideas...

6 comments:

Byrhthelm said...

"The day is soon to dawn when all traitorous supporters of the man Charles Edward Stuart shall meet their just rewards. Recant 'ere 'tis too late

A Loyal Subject of Our Sovereign Lord".

Frankfurter said...

(translated from Gaelic)

Be wary.
Not all smiles are true.
Not all friends
Are friends to you.

Bluebear Jeff said...

"If ye don't eat haggis
an' ye don't wear a kilt,
ye had best be running
or your blood will be spilt."

Martin said...

My Lords,

Please forgive the unorthodox delivery of this message, but your guards on the outer perimeter would not let me pass through. Perhaps its more dramatic arrival will cause you pay closer heed, than if I delivered it in person.

While you sit, and sup, and discuss various natural theories of this and that, Fat George of Hanover is straining every bit of his considerable weight in sending another army to the North. No quarter will be given to any man, woman, or child who supports the Pretender and his foreign adventurers. No quarter will be given to anyone taken in battle
bearing arms against the House of Hanover.

The scourge of uttermost war comes closer to you with every moment. Consider well your options.

A Friend

Martin said...

My Lords,

Please forgive the unorthodox delivery of this message, but your guards on the outer perimeter would not let me pass through. Perhaps its more dramatic arrival will cause you pay closer heed, than if I delivered it in person.

While you sit, and sup, and discuss various natural theories of this and that, Fat George of Hanover is straining every bit of his considerable weight in sending another army to the North. No quarter will be given to any man, woman, or child who supports the Pretender and his foreign adventurers. No quarter will be given to anyone taken in battle
bearing arms against the House of Hanover.

The scourge of uttermost war comes closer to you with every moment. Consider well your options.

A Friend

CWT said...

"Gaelic proverb:
Tell not thy mind to thy foolish friend, nor to thy wise enemy."

(On a personal note, I lived in Edinburgh up until 2004 and can confirm the postmen were just as deadly then...)

CWT